"Take her to the local authorities, this is of no concern of ours," his voice resounded in her ears, she searched the room, desperate to understand these soldiers well enough to escape them. Her eyes lingered on her prior target, he was watching her with interest now, but it was not her face that held his gaze, but rather her wrist, or what was on her wrist. She squirmed in panic.

"Wait," he called out, causing his superior to turn on him, curiosity breaking his eyes.

    His steps moved him closer to her, he reached for her captive wrist, inspecting the back softly. He moved to pull the fabric of her sleeve back further. Wrenching her hand back as far as she could, she took his iron grip with her, causing him to stumble into her. Their foreheads met in a resounding smack, but his grip held firm. She was then forced to deal with the tension and fear his proximity brought. It didn't faze him. Intelligence, her mind whispered. She stared at him in awe, rumors were true sometimes.

    Her sleeve had been pulled back to her elbow. His fingers traced the pattern on her arm with featherlight softness, tickling her skin with a strange sensation. Crossing her forearm in the swirls and letters in a foreign language that wound its way over her skin.

"You made a deal with Evil?" he spoke of it like it was a person. She didn't know of what he spoke of. Whispers of a nameless evil had filled her ears as she walked the market as a child, an island under siege, another released. She had no interest.

    She turned from him to his superior, not an inkling of help came from his fierce face. She was at a loss, what did they want her to say? Her silence spoke for her. Turning to his superior, her interrogator chose for her.

"I think she may be of some use to us,"

"Then by all means, continue," the tall man replied, promptly turning his back and moving away to other more important tasks.

    Bethan felt the strange release of sore muscles as her captors freed her and moved away without looking back. At a loss and confused, she turned to her interrogator. A smile traced his lips. Looking down, he spoke softly.

"Welcome to the League's Security Forces."

1/11/2017

A/N: Thanks for reading!

Note: This is from Death Before Immortality